Every other Sunday we go to see me NanI chase Rusty round the garden in me Davy Crocket jumperI’ve grown too big for the tinny blue trike

Wish I was big enough to ride a real bikeOr an ‘orse like me cousin says she’s gotThough I’m not sure I believe ‘erShe don’t even know how to “Hiyo Silver!”And me other cousin’s bigger ‘n meAnd I don’t know ‘is nameBut it don’t really matter‘Cos we just play “It”And hide behind the bushesAnd listen for the trainsAnd he says you can get throughAn ‘ole in the fence‘Ere by the cornerBut I don’t wanna goI’m not scaredI just don’t wanna go(I might when I’m bigger)

And then it’s time for teaFish-paste samwidgesAnd jammy sponge slicesCakes and pastries all ‘ome-made“Pleases and thank-yous on parade”And me Mum looks daggersAnd she winces up ‘er eyesSo we won’t show ‘er upBut me Dad’s not worried‘Cos they’re off down the pub‘Im an’ me unclesAnd me cousin says he goesBut he don’t

So me Nan plays piannerAnd she’s got a big bellyAnd it flops on ‘er lapAnd ‘er ‘airs all silverAnd it’s all swept upAnd ‘er fingers are stainedAnd it’s all with the ciggiesAnd she sits all uprightAnd she vamps across the keysSongs from the clubs and the pubs and the ‘allsAnd off them fangled gramophonesAnd us kids just sit and fidget‘Cos we don’t know the wordsBut they’re going in me brainLike a kind o’ magic“Oz-Moses” says me DadCos ‘e knows long wordsAnd 'e would’a got real cleverIf it wasn’t for the warAnd I’m gonna get real clever an’ all‘Cos I like to read the Dandy and the Beano and the BeezerAnd me sister’s comics too(when she’s cut out all the pictures)The Judy and the BuntyAnd the ones that’s got the film-starsBut they’re more expensiveAnd me Mum can’t afford ‘emSo we get ‘em off me cousinEvery other Sunday

And me Granddad sits in the corner and coughs‘Cos ‘e’s got BB or summatAnd it’s a shame ‘cos I like ‘imBut soon ‘e’s gonna dieAnd I think that’s why we visitEvery other Sunday